Thundercats Fanfiction Project (Ch 1, Episode 2) 

In this episode, the king, the nobles, and the knights gather in haste. Claudus commands evacuation, relics are named, and judgment draws near…

The Council in Thundera

Book 1 – Exile and Vigil – Chapter 1, Episode 2

Within the royal palace, as the walls trembled under bombardment, the king, the ruling nobles, and the knights of Thundera gathered at midnight in haste. The council chamber—once a place of ceremony and law—now echoed with alarms, falling stone, and distant cries.

At the head stood King Claudus, blind ruler of Thundera and Lord of the ThunderCats. His mane, once bright and fiery, had deepened into a dignified tawny gold streaked with silver. His skin bore the warm golden tones of the lion‑line, and where his eyes once had been, only scarred hollows remained—taken by Mutants long ago. Yet his posture remained regal. His crown, wrought of gold and embedded with gems known as the Cats’ Eyes—each gem reflecting the colors of the Thunderan races—glimmered faintly in the flickering light.

Around him assembled the sworn knights of the Eye—the ThunderCats, noble vassals who served the king directly, bound by oath and covenantal duty.

Jaga, eldest of the ThunderCats, stood at Claudus’ right. His jaguar‑based features—golden‑tan skin, dark markings softened by age, and hair faded toward silver‑white—gave him the solemn dignity of a patriarch. His cloak, once crimson, was now a deep blue‑grey warded against spells, and his armor was etched with ancient runes. He held his helmet tucked beneath one arm, revealing his white‑streaked beard and stern, time‑worn face.

Beside him stood Tygra, the tactician. His orange‑and‑black striped hair and burnished amber eyes marked his tiger heritage. He wore a deep forest‑green robe trimmed with bronze, echoing his noble lineage. His whip, coiled at his side, glinted with mystic metal.

Cheetara stood near him, staff contracted in hand. Her pale‑gold, spotted hair fell in thick, radiant waves over garments of silver‑white with pale gold trim—flowing yet fitted to her athletic form. Her dainty silver‑white slippers, trimmed in gold, matched her attire perfectly. Her golden‑amber eyes shone with both fear and resolve.

Panthro, broad‑shouldered and slate‑gray, stood like a fortress. His emerald eyes watched every shadow. His crimson‑and‑black robes were reinforced with steel plates, and his nunchucks—hardened black wood bound with steel—hung at his side.

Jagara, mystic sorceress, stood opposite Jaga. Her jaguar‑based features were younger and sharper—golden‑tan skin, dark markings, and long black‑and‑gold hair. Her robes of royal purple, lavender, and mauve shimmered with enchantment, and her delicate slippers matched the flowing garments that marked her as both noble and mystic. Her eyes glowed with restrained power.

At her side stood WilyKat and WilyKit, robed in muted tones. WilyKit’s sandy‑brown hair was streaked with blue and pink chalkdust, her nails painted to match. WilyKat’s hair was darker, tousled, and alert. Their eyes—bright green and amber—watched the Hall with awe and worry as distant explosions shook the palace. Their robes held discreet pockets filled with capsules: sound bursts, sharp fragments, and blinding irritants. They obeyed Jaga above all, second only to the king.

Other nobles filled the chamber—lords in silk tunics threaded with gold, velvet surcoats, polished leather shoes, and feathered hats adorned with jewels. Some were tenants‑in‑chief, rulers of distant provinces; others were lesser lords who held land from them. Many more joined virtually, their faces grim on shimmering screens, leaders from across the world gathered to hear the king’s decree.

The generals delivered their report: the Mutants had bypassed defenses, and the great cities were burning. Millions were already dead.

A hush fell.

Claudus raised his voice, steady despite the tremors beneath their feet. “Thundera is undone. We must evacuate.”

The nobles murmured—some protesting, others weeping. Jaga bowed his head in solemn agreement.

Claudus continued: “The people must scatter across the stars. Let them seek refuge in neighboring systems. Though our ships cannot travel far, they may find safety on friendly worlds.”

At once, nobles reached for their devices. Many began calling and messaging their families—ordering them to evacuate if they were far, or to meet them at their ships if they were nearby. Others contacted their knights, commanding them to retrieve their households and escort them to safety.

Jagara stepped forward, voice trembling. “The relics must be preserved. The Book must not fall. The Eye must remain in sacred hands.”

Claudus nodded. “We will take the relics with us—the Sword of Omens, the Claw Shield, the Book of Omens, and the Key of Thundera. The ThunderCats will guard them. Once we find a safe world, we will gather our people and rebuild.”

A massive explosion shook the palace. The eastern wall cracked, and dust rained from the ceiling. Alarms blared. Guards rushed in—armed with crossbows, halberds, and enchanted shields—reporting that Mutant troops had broken through the palace defenses.

Claudus turned to the nobles. “There is no time. Flee to your ships—save your families if you can.”

Some nobles ran to meet their families; others called their knights to escort them to their vessels. Panic rippled through the chamber.

To Jaga and Jagara, Claudus said: “You two come with me to the Hall of Omens.”

To Tygra, Cheetara, and Panthro: “Ready the royal ship for evacuation while we bring my wife, the relics, and the prince into it.”

The council scattered. The siege had reached the heart of Thundera. There was no ceremony now—only duty, judgment, and the last work of a dying kingdom.

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“Thus the council scattered, and the final charge was given. The relics would journey into exile, while Thundera awaited its fate.”

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This work is a piece of fan fiction inspired by the ThunderCats franchise. All characters, settings, and original concepts from ThunderCats are the property of their respective rights holders. I do not own the rights to ThunderCats, nor do I claim any affiliation with its owners. This story is a transformative retelling created for creative expression and audience engagement, not as a commercial product.

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